The cat claws her way to my shoulder.
“He just wants to play.” The curtain tangles around my feet as I try to side-step Spike’s celebration.
Kelsey unsuccessfully attempts to throw herself onto the mutt, but she’s knocked against the wall where she slips with a strangled yelp, falling in a flurry of bouncing tits and flailing arms and legs.
It’s a fucking Chinese fire drill in a six by six cube.
A wet one. A slick one.
A veritable death trap of a slippery-slide-in-a-box.
Though he’s still a pup, his happy barking and jumping as he tries to bite the water coming from the showerhead get his teeth much too close to my junk.
“Oh hell no. I’ve got enough problems.” I tackle the wet mutt.
I lie across eighty pounds of muscle flopping around like a giant tuna on the deck of a fishing boat. The cat skitters across the bare skin of my ass cheek, using her claws to gain speed as she escapes the bathroom and what she probably thinks is certain death.
FIVE
A big, well built and naked man bear hugs a dripping hound on my floor. His back and leg, not to mention his ass cheeks, are bleeding. My bathroom is in shambles, and it’s very likely that part—or all—of the rest of my house is too…and the only thing I’m capable of doing is giggling.
Getting laid has never been so harrowing before.
I cover my face as Adam frowns.
“What are you laughing at? He almost accidentally took the rest of my pecker off with those damned teeth, trying to bite water of all things.”
That pulls me up short. “The rest of?”
Adam’s eyes widen for a second before closing as he sighs and shakes his head. “Never mind. Forget I said that. Can you please grab a leash? There’s one hanging on the hook right inside my front entry. I need to drag him home before he tears your house down.”
I tip-toe around him, grabbing a towel as I go.
After throwing on some clothes, I duck out the garage door, which has been left wide open.
That’ll teach me to allow myself to get carried away.
I sprint over to grab the lead and hurry back.
The bathroom door is closed, so I knock. “Hey, here’s the leash.”
The door opens just a crack, and Adam’s hand appears. I lay the lead across his palm. He snatches it inside, and the door promptly shuts.
Ten seconds later, the door opens and a fully clothed Adam hangs tight to the leather loop. Spike snorts and sniffs as he strains against his collar, his front feet off the floor as Adam tries to control his movements to get him outside and keep him from darting into the other room in search of a play partner. Though Chloe is likely hiding in my closet and won’t come out for days.
I follow them outside, firmly shutting the door behind me. “I’ll go get his balls.”
“He’ll be lucky to have any of his balls if he keeps this shit up.”
Spike’s ears perk up as he drops to his haunches. His expressive brown eyes look worried as though he suddenly understands that he’s in trouble.
I find the lost tennis balls and use the side gate to head around front. When Spike’s gaze lands on the balls, his ass wiggles and he bucks like a bronc. I give them to Adam, who takes both in one hand.
We make our way to his front porch.
He opens the door. “Thanks. Let me know how much the damages are. I’ll cover them.”
I cross my arms and study him for a moment. “Nope. That won’t do.”
His brows knit. “Why not?”
“Because I want something else.” Let him weasel out of this one.
He pushes Spike inside and unlatches the lead from his collar. “Get in there, you crazy mutt.”
When he closes the door and turns to me, I step close.
He grins. “Oh, I know what you want.”
I smile sweetly. “No, you don’t.”
He nods. “I bet I do. You want to finish what got interrupted in the shower.”
“Nope.”
His smile disappears behind his facial fur as his mouth closes in a frown.
I slide my arms around his waist and pull him to me, his hot skin all but burning mine.
This could backfire on me. He might get ugly. Then again, maybe not.
I look up at him and lay a small kiss in the center of his chest. “Why won’t you let me see—you know—it? Don’t even try denying that what I’m saying is true. After that comment about your pecker, I’m on to you.”
He stiffens in my arms and gently extricates himself from my embrace.
“No.” He opens his door, steps inside, and pushes it until there’s only a crack of space open. “Well, okay then. That was fun. Have a great evening. I’ll catch you later.”
And the door closes—right in my face.
Fucker.